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forward, this time the doleful young pair in the lead, May spoke, a bit more purposefully friendly,
    “So what did you do before the civilization was destroyed?” Her voice was dark and sincere and she looked back for just a second as the scientists continued tromping through the trees.
    “Hold on, let me guess,” said Dane slightly playfully.
    Immediately Gabe was expecting some kind of cheeky remark, considering the very unlikely probability that Dane was going to even try to be right. Gabe was right that the cave hadn’t shown Dane’s true character. Dane was, in reality, (and with no better word for it) silly and not worthy of reckoning with. Since they had reached the sunlight, everything about him relaxed, which made Gabe wonder if he was claustrophobic, too. In gentle, almost unseen ways, he calmed May’s tension. Dane had darker hair and dark brown eyes. Lean, as well, but a little thinner than seemed natural. He was a handsome guy – no CGI movie star, to be clear, but enough to encourage his charm. Gabe tried to find the arrogance in him, but was disappointingly unsuccessful.
    “Y ou were philanthropists?” Dane said, with a charming smile, and just enough sarcasm that they would catch it.
    “What are we, dead?” Jonathan rebutted.
    Gabe sighed and tried to make his response slightly more philanthropic, “We’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about us as though we are dead.” Said Gabe, “even though, you’re being smart, it’d been much better if you’d have said, we are philanthropists.”
    Jonathan said, now terribly irritated, “we were scientists, psychologists”
    “ Anthropologists, philosophers” Gabe added, thinking it was quite stretch for Jonathan to be calling himself a psychologist. Yes, he studied psychology, but for the perspective of how to fix the mind, not help the person. It was more of a minor minor to the neuroscience.
    “And what are you now?” May asked just as plainly and sincerely as before.
    As a matter of fact, Gabe had never really consider ed this question; assuming it was the same. Perhaps those titles didn’t mean much here. But, they recognized them… so that was something. But, an anthropologist of a totally different society and culture might as well make you nothing. That is, unless people are generally naturally the same, which, Gabe believed they were. They were still doing research in a way and that made him feel better to realize his identity wasn’t completely lost.
    “Just a couple of idiots who learned to come back to life and rebuild society.” Jonathan tossed out coarsely.
    “Five times” added Dane.
    Yeah… that wasn’t helping the mood of the entire group. With more knowledge than had yet been in the world, and every effort to succeed, human nature had a vengeance, and, yes, after five times of failure you begin to doubt, and wonder if anything you know can work. Childish though it was, Gabe had to admit that at times like these it just seemed unfair. And you’re old and you’re tired and you’ve been patient and you begin to feel winded when the only people you know think you’re a psychotic fool. It was his refusal to dwell on that and his hope that he was not that forced him to persevere. Yet, her next question was worse.
    “What contributions did you make to the society?”
    Jonathan was feeling the weight of the same failures and was letting it bother him, shame, because once his fear hit the rim, he was brutally honest without reservation. So, here is what he said,
    “We let everyone see how unhappy they were and came up with a plan to restart , and we did it. You’re bloody existence is our contribution to society.”
    Great. Smooth, Jonathan... What an idiot.
    It’s likely they didn’t entirely comprehend what that meant all in one whack, but they became tense and walked a bit slower. They probably were considering if there was any other thing Jonathan could have meant by that statement, other than the obvious truth.